I still remember how the world was almost a decade ago, and I can’t help but reminisce about how wonderful life was when I lived with my grandparents.
The mornings I shared with my grandparents and aunts were filled with sweet conversations and laughter. Those mornings were full of smiles, a sense of calm, and love in the air.
Snack time with my cousins and grandparents was enjoyed with light giggles and playful banter. We would plan what to do after our snacks, deciding whether to play or study.
Lunches with family members included their old stories, which made my cousins and me giggle uncontrollably. These tales inspired us and filled us with hope, making us believe life was joyful.
Family dinners were vibrant, filled with questions about our days and discussions of our dreams. After dinner, we would watch TV and chat with my cousins, laughing our hearts out.
These memories are precious and worth cherishing. If I could go back, I would, because those moments no longer happen.
Our front yard, once filled with waves of laughter, is now silent.
The dining table that heard my grandparents' stories is now empty.
The living room that witnessed my bonds with my cousins is no longer the same.
Some of my cousins, including me, have moved to the city; some have stayed behind, while others live far away. We barely see each other now, as we are all caught up in our own lives.
It wasn’t a sudden change but a gradual shift I didn’t notice. One by one, cousins moved to the city for school or work. The laughter in the front yard became less frequent, replaced by the quiet hum of the city. Each goodbye felt like a small piece of our childhood slipping away.
The only time we see each other is at funerals, which is sad. Even during reunions, we are not complete.
Some of our elders are no longer here, having passed away, while my aunts and uncles are busy with work.
Everyone is now focused on their own lives. We are all busy studying, chasing our dreams, and trying to make the most of each day, pursuing the bustling lights of the city and the hustle of growing up.
Looking back, I realize how much I took those days for granted. The simple things—playing with my cousins, sharing meals, listening to stories—seem so precious now. We were so busy living in the moment that we didn’t realize how quickly time would pass. I wish I could go back and savor those moments, appreciating the simplicity of those days.
Somewhere between then and now, we grew up. It’s a bittersweet truth, but I wouldn’t trade those memories for anything.
Hello, it’s been a while since the last time I posted an entry. I’ve been busy with my studies, nevertheless, I’m still going to try to write more. You can follow me on my TikTok account (Krysੈ♡˳) and make some suggestions there. Have a nice day ahead!
